Pancake

"One more Mama?" Theo asked as he handed me the I Love You As Much... book.
I pulled him close balancing the book on my enormous belly and read him about how much I loved him. He fell asleep holding my hand and resting on my belly. It almost seemed as though he was hugging his brother. Turning out the light I felt like everything was in place. The calm that had settled over us lulled me to sleep.

Almost 19 weeks

35ish weeks

39 weeks

Until I was awake, one of those moments when you just open your eyes and are completely alert. I still felt the peace that I fell asleep to, and when I think back now that was my first recognition of labor. Laying there wondering if I had the energy to get out of bed to pee and eat, my first conscious contraction rolled through my body. I wasn't scared or surprised. I was ready and at peace with Pancake's decision to come now. Little did I know then just how soon that now would be.

Quietly, I got out of bed and grabbed my computer. I didn't want anyone but David to be the first to know our son was ready. He was the first to know when Theo was coming and now even thousands of miles apart I still wanted him to be first. A quick email to hopefully get to him right then would be my best chance. Sealed with a prayer to please be sent properly, I hit send.

Contraction timer told me the rolling waves through my body were only getting closer together. My plan was to labor at home as long as I could and then transport to the hospital when I felt we were close. I joked with my midwife that I was planning on coming in having my baby and leaving a few minutes after. I wanted nothing to do with any intervention and knew the less time I spent actually at the hospital the less chance I would have of any happening. I may not be having the home birth I originally envisioned but I was still having a birth I would be happy with.

Knowing that five minutes apart was still early enough in active labor that I had time to shower and dress before heading to the delivery room kept me calm. I called my mama in the next room over to let her know my plan and hopped in. Hot water and my favorite smelling shampoo, what a wonderful combination. Swaying in the stream of water I realized every contraction was getting dramatically more intense. I found myself clinging to the shower bar to stay upright and knew that it was time to get moving.

Somehow I was able to turn the water off, get out, dry off, pull my hair up, and find my phone. That was where my mom found me. Bent over on the counter in the bathroom trying to text our Ombudsman to please get word to my husband that Pancake was on his way. Stopping to breath and rock through each (frequent) contraction. Worn out I hobbled to my bed where I immediately flopped down.

Oh my God, I had forgotten just how exhausting labor was. I wanted nothing more than to curl up next to the little sleeping cherub next to me and go back to bed. Looking at him I began to mourn the loss of this opportunity for Theo, to see his brother enter the world. I wanted him with me every step of the way, not since before he had been born had I faced something without him. Why should now be any different? I was terrified the bond we shared would be stretched too thin by another child if he wasn't there with me to understand this process.

But I knew that if I didn't get moving quickly Theo would very well watch his brother be born right at home like I had originally planned. So together my mom and I went through my check list, called my midwife and gathered our things to leave. All while each contractions' intensity and duration grew. As my mom put my bag in the car, Robyn helped me to waddle to the car. Half way there my knees buckled under the strength of my contraction and my water ruptured. Literally a rupture, strangest feeling ever, like your insides are liquified and spilling out of you.

I almost lost my cool right then, sitting on the living room floor with contraction after contraction rolling through my body in waves. But my mom walked in the front door and the cool breeze of the early morning reminded me that this was not my breaking point. I pulled myself up and plopped down in the car and told my mom, "Drive, and please make it quickly and smoothly."

Only after we made it down the street and to the first stop sign did I realize that this may very well be the worst idea ever. In case you never have ridden in a car while in labor let me tell how horrible and difficult it is. The last thing you want is to be moved, and the only thing you do in a car is move. Stopping and going feel like your uterus is being tugged out your throat. Oh sweet baby Jesus help me.

Somehow I was still able to dial Red Cross and rattle off David's social security number, squadron number, and where he was deployed to between my primitive growing during my contractions. The poor woman for Red Cross was just trying to get off the phone, I may have scarred her for life from having children ever.

As soon as we hung up with Red Cross, my mother turned on to the street of the hospital. Speeding like a mad woman into the hospital zone we saw the lights flashing in the mirror. A police car realizing we were going nearly thirty miles over the speed limit was tailing behind us. Closing my eyes and opening them again I was sure this was my imagination. This only happened in Hollywood, right? Nope, police lights were still flashing in the mirrors. So I did what any sensible laboring woman would do. Tell my mother that if she pulled over she would meet her grandson in her car.

Sliding into the ER parking lot, I could feel my entire uterus working to push Pancake out. "Mama, I'm Pushing." Were the only words I could make come out of my mouth. My body had taken over and my brain could only do so much. I'm not sure if the car had stopped or if the police officer opened the door for me or if my mom was the one that got the wheelchair. I was a lady on a mission. All I had to do was make it to a delivery room. Never mind that I didn't know where that delivery room was or how I was going to get there. By God I was going to get there, because then I would be able to just relax and meet my baby.

Once in the wheelchair the security guard pushed my mother out of the way and ran with me to the elevator. We later learned that he had to deliver a baby in the ER just a few days early, and wasn't looking to do that again. On the maternity floor the nurses took one look at me and hurried me to the delivery room, completely skipping the check in process. My midwife waiting for us in the room asked how far I was. I heard my mama say that I was pushing and I snapped into consciousness with the next contraction and said to the nearest person (possibly my mom) that Pancake was crowning. Hopping to action nurses asked me how I wanted to push while helping me to undress, " I don't think I can move". And bless their hearts looking at each other they shrugged and began to lay out water proof pads on the floor in front of the wheel chair I was still seated in. It was my midwife that shook her head and reminded me this was not what I wanted.

Good thing too because once I was on the bed on my knees my last contraction hit and Pancake was born. The same nurses that were willing to let me deliver in my wheelchair were lost as to how to deliver a baby in a hands and knees position. Instead of sliding him through my legs and under me, they slid him behind me. And I panicked.

"Give him to me! Give me my baby!" Over and over and over until the nurses were forced to tell me they were just trying to figure out how to do just that without pulling the umbilical cord. It was the longest few seconds of my life until someone lifted my leg and handed me my baby.

Pancake, there with full lips and a peaceful look in my arms. The room evaporated and all that was there was my baby boy.

"Good morning, Pancake. I am your mama."

Telling Papa Pancake was earthside

Let's get crunchy!

Recently friends and family had asked me why and how I came to choose the parenting style I use. Most of our friends and family were doubtful of our choices when Theo was born. They had expected us to rear a demon, so just questioning how I use it is a HUGE step in the right direction. In a previous blog I mentioned that I tend to dance in the green pastures of “crunchy granola mama land”. By this I mean that I practice Attachment Parenting also know as Peaceful/Gentle/Hippie/Granola/Crunchy/Natural Parenting. In this blog I’m going to roll through the major ins and outs of what this is to us, how we use it, and a few more details.

I will not go so far as to say I am an expert on this parenting style but what I do with my children work in our home and are loosely based on Attachment Parenting. Not all of this is what all AP families do. AP parenting is about meeting your baby's needs.

First off in Attachment Parenting (AP) many families begin their parenting choices when they are pregnant. By this I mean that they choose to see a midwife instead of an OB-GYN, they chose to omit ultrasounds and invasive procedures, and choose to birth their baby naturally without any drugs. These families go with trusting the mother’s body to do what it was made to do, grow healthy babies. 

I am so happy to say that both of our boys were born naturally with the help of a midwife. What was best about a midwife was that they knew me and what I wanted in each pregnancy and birth. They saw me each time at the appointment and cooed with me at the lubdub noises of the baby's heart. Both my midwives cared about me and my baby.

Theo was born at home into David’s waiting hands in a warm tub of water. Max was born in the hospital (due to a rare blood condition making our pregnancy a high risk one) to my waiting hands that scooped him up to my chest. Both boys didn’t leave my arms until they had been calmed and told they were loved a million times. (Skin to skin contact immediately after birth, it is a precious gift that only you can give your baby.) Once they did leave it was only for the shortest of time to find out their measurements, and then were quickly returned to me and rarely left again in the following weeks. These weeks that passed too quickly were the most tender moments I have ever shared with them and I will never forget their lovely newborn noises.

Another HUGE practice in AP is breast is best. Breast is best. Breast is best. Breast is best. Did I mention that breast is best? In my family’s case I take this to an "extreme". We use baby led weaning and yes that means that I nurse into toddlerhood (gasp!). I don’t particularly like pumping, bottles, dummies, or frankly anyone else feeding my baby. So with this comes nursing in public. I couldn't give a hoot if someone doesn't want to see my baby eat; I’m going to feed him. Max likes to wear his cover as a turban rather than a cover, so I really do try to sit in a discreet area because I don’t want to show my boobs to anyone but if it happens then whoever got a peep usually gets an apologetic smile and I go back to nursing.

Max and I nursing in public. Notice the turban like cover. 

I love that my baby solely depends on my body to nourish his body. I really love sitting down and nursing a cooing little one that looks at you like you are the sun, moon, stars and earth all wrapped into one. With that being said I wouldn't say that it is a simple task, or that there is no sacrifice in it. Most days when I sit down to nurse, Max is so squiggly wiggly that we end up both being sprayed in the face with milk, at least twice. Sometimes if Theo is close enough he’ll get a face full too. Yeah, a distracted active baby (in other words a healthy happy baby) isn’t the easiest to nurse.

But some women cannot even get the chance to nurse their children because of lack of support. It is my belief that many women are faced with the worst difficulties of nursing (low supply, thrush, mastitis, engorgement, and more) and are unable to fight through because of the ill informed society we live in. Simple information and support from loved ones and people trusted can work miracles. Having faced each of the listed problems above I understand the extreme struggle it can be to just feed your baby. My advise to any nursing mother would be to trust your intuition, not your grandmothers saying that your milk is too thin/that baby needs a bottle/you’ll spoil him if you let fall asleep nursing. Do some research, find a lactation consultant, talk to other nursing mothers, and mostly follow your babies cues.

After nursing babies is co-sleeping and bed sharing. This is the act of having a family bed where parents and babies all sleep together. Some cases the family all share one bed, in others cribs or bassinets are attached to the bed and sleep directly next to the parents bed, and in others children sleep in separate beds in the same room. Yes, we bed share in our home. No, I am not going to roll onto my baby in my sleep. Breast feeding mothers have heightened sense of awareness of their babies, especially in newborn days and infancy. (Wooooohoooo mom magic is real!) 

Originally when I first brought Max into our bed it was just Theo and I because David was on deployment. I slept in-between the boys so Theo wouldn’t round house kick Max in his sleep. All was well. Then David came home, and we were a tad smushed in our queen-sized bed. Theo woke up after less than a week of this sleeping arrangement and told me I wanna sleep in my bed Mama, its too smushy in here. And just like that it became just Max in our bed. And every now and then Theo crawls in too and we all snuggle up. I love bed sharing its the best. I don’t have to wake up, and get out of bed, every time Max wakes up needing to nurse.  I simply roll over plug the boob in and fall back to sleep. Awesome. I know.

Another common AP practice is baby wearing. Its one of the new aspects of parenting to me, so please forgive me for not being able to give you every detail. Baby wearing is when instead of using a travel system like a stroller or the cart in a store you carry your child on your body. Some families like to wrap their babies in Moby Wraps or Sleepy Wraps (best for newborns only IMO), some like to buckle them in soft structured carriers like Ergo or Boba, while others sling them with woven wraps or Mei Ties. Some do a little of it all! There are many different baby carriers out there and each different family has different preferences.

I have found that the best part of babywearing is the ability to still do activities and have a happy baby. Baby won't let you set them down for nap? Strap them on to your back/front! How awesome is that? In fact, I write this post as Max snoozes in my ERGO Performance Carrier.

I know it looks like Max is broken here but as soon as I wrap him up he usually passes out. Hence the limp neck form!

BEWARE! Since baby wearing has become more and more popular, more and more retailers are selling less than adequate carriers . "Crotch Danglers". A proper carrier should hold your baby snuggly to your chest, back or hip and shouldn't  face your baby outwards. Your baby should not look like they are rocking the newest bikini when they are in the carrier, they should have their weight rested on their bottom with their legs slightly bent in a hugging position.

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http://www.mobywrap.com/
http://www.bobafamily.com/

The last large practice in our home that I find many other AP parents doing as well is natural medicine. Instead of seeing a doctor every time a cold rears its ugly head (which isn't often), I usually pull out the mega doses of Vitamin C, Echinacea, and water. When Theo became a walking bruise, with each lump, bump and scrape I wrapped his owie in arnica or calendula ointment and ice. We do not vaccinate until our children have a completely developed immune system and even then we will omit many vaccinations. We very sparingly use any other the counter medicines, and Theo has only been on antibiotics twice in his life.

I was raised in a home that practiced homeopathic medicine, and I have spent all of my life living it in granola land. It is a lifestyle that takes practice, patience, knowledge and the right resources, but all that you put in comes back hundred times in good health. And let's face it, what is better than good health?


The stuff above is just the tip of the iceberg! Other common AP practices that we use:

• Anti-Infant Cosmetic Modification. Sounds like a no brainer right? Leaving your baby to chose for themselves if they will modify their body. It means leaving babies bodies alone. No circumcision, no ear-piercing, no modifications. My take on it here.
• Elimination communication. No diapers, not potty training but just reading your baby's body signals to go potty!
• Cloth Diapers that disposable diaper you just tossed will be around to meet your great grandchildren. Gross, look into cloth diapering.
• Child led weaning/ baby led solids: skip the cereal, the airplane spoon, and nurse into  toddlerhood. No its not unnatural. In fact our society is the only one that thinks it is.
• Anti-Cry-it-out method. Its one of the most cruel and unusual methods we use on out babies. We are still parents after the sun sets. 

All of these practices work wonderfully in our home but this may not be the case for anyone else. Now if you'll please excuse me I have to go crunch on more of my granola ways!

Dan